


Erasure

by Galexyi



Category: Stray Kids (Band)
Genre: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Magic, Angst, M/M
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-12-12
Updated: 2021-02-04
Packaged: 2021-03-11 03:13:31
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 4
Words: 4,681
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28028325
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Galexyi/pseuds/Galexyi
Summary: From the outside, it looked no different from any other shop. Tucked between a cafe and a shop selling bottles of medicinal potions, only the signboard pinned to the shop window hinted at the unusual nature of the shop.Want to forget? Have the memories of your choice erased for a small fee.
Relationships: Hwang Hyunjin/Seo Changbin
Comments: 9
Kudos: 32





	1. Chapter 1

‘Erasure’ was the name of the shop.

From its opening, the shop was met with heavy censure, most people regarding it with disdain. It was an unethical business, they had said. The shopping street was filled with amiable shop owners who enjoyed mingling among themselves but no one even attempted to reach out to the shop owners of Erasure.

The shop didn’t look any different but it was different and people stayed away from it.

* * *

The bell hanging above the door tinkled as Jisung walked through the door. Changbin looked up from the sketch he was making, the movement of his pencil pausing momentarily. The drawing of an intricate lock and key was slowly coming to life on his sketchbook.

“Working on a new design?” Jisung asked, leaning against the table to peer at his sketch. “That looks pretty cool.”

“It’s a request for clients. A couple requested matching lock and key tattoos.”

“That’s pretty classic for couple tattoos.” Jisung placed a plastic bag on the table. “Here’s your lunch anyway, hyung.”

“Thanks, Sungie.”

Jisung pulled up a chair to sit next to Changbin. “Guess what, hyung?”

“Hm?”

“Guess who I ran into earlier which I was coming over.”

“Let me guess. The love of your life, the pretty dance instructor from the other shopping district who doesn’t quite know you exist?”

“Hyung!” Jisung gave Changbin’s arm a tight smack, jolting the movement of his pencil and eliciting a yelp from the older.

“Sorry, hyung. As I was saying before you decided to be mean...” Jisung huffed. “... I ran into the owners of Erasure.”

“The owners of Erasure?” Changbin looked up from his sketch, the progress on the details of the key sketch halted.

“Yeah. I saw the two of them unlocking the doors and entering the shop.”

“What are they like?” Changbin normally didn’t like to indulge in gossip but he had to admit to a fair bit of curiosity about the elusive owners of Erasure.

Despite the shop having opened for a week already, there was not much known about the owners of Erasure since no one actually went out of the way to interact with them or get to know them. It was only assumed that the owners of Erasure were a pair of young men in their early twenties since several other shop owners had seen them going in and out of the shop.

“They look like they are around our age. And...” The look in Jisung’s eyes was mischievous and Changbin couldn’t help but dread the next words coming out of the younger's mouth. “...one of them seems to be exactly your type, hyung. You always were weak for pretty boys.”

Changbin scoffed, balling up the drafts for his sketches and tossing them into the wastepaper basket. “I am not going to hook up with someone from Erasure.”

“Why not?” Jisung demanded to know.

“It doesn’t seem quite right.” Changbin carefully placed his unfinished sketch in a file before investigating the bag of food that Jisung had brought to him. The sandwich filled with juicy pieces of roasted chicken, leafy green lettuce and thick slices of cheese was definitely a tantalizing sight.

“What doesn’t seem right?”

Changbin shrugged as he chewed on a bite of the sandwich. “I don’t know. Erasing people’s memories doesn’t seem the right thing to do. Our memories shape us and taking it away kind of... feels like a huge part of what makes us the person we are is being taken away.”

“But what if those memories are really bad memories?” Jisung pressed.

“Good or bad, our memories are a part of us.”

“Well,” Jisung hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t think there’s anything really bad about the services that Erasure is offering. To keep their memories or not, that’s a choice that should be left up to the person, you know? And it’s not as though the people at Erasure are forcing anyone to go to their shop or something. They simply offer the service and if people decide to, they can choose to have part of their memories erased.”

Changbin shrugged again. “Each to their own. But just saying, I wouldn’t ever want to have any of my memories erased.”

* * *

Changbin had just locked up the shop and was walking through the shopping district, heading towards the parking lots where he had left his bike earlier.

His stomach made small noises of complaints, reminding him of the late hour and how he had not eaten a single thing since the sandwich that Jisung had bought him for lunch. Changbin couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment and tuck into some delicious ramen while watching the newest episode of drama that just came out earlier that day.

At close to midnight, the shops in the shopping district were all closed. The bustling street full of noise and energy during the day time had transformed into a quiet graveyard during the night time.

Changbin’s footsteps slowed. It seemed that not all the shops were closed.

Erasure was just down the street from Start Line, in the direction of the parking lots. The lights were still on, a single bright spot of light in the calm darkness of the shopping district. It reminded Changbin of a lone beacon amidst the murky waters, calling out to wayward ships.

As he passed by the shop, Changbin’s curiosity got the better of him and he just couldn’t resist peeking in. Through the shop’s glass doors, he caught sight of a figure bent over the shop counter.

Blond locks were tied up into a ponytail, tendrils of hair curling around a delicate face. Seemingly sensing the gaze fixed upon him, the male looked up and dark eyes met Changbin’s.

Changbin hated it when Jisung was right.

It felt like he could stare into the deep abyss of those dark eyes forever but the other was the first to look away, returning his attention to the book that lay open on the countertop. Letting out the breath that he didn’t know he was holding, Changbin forced himself to walk away from the shop and continue towards his bike.

The wind that had soothed and calmed him earlier chilled him to the bone.


	2. Chapter 2

“Hyung!” Jisung tossed a pile of sealed envelopes onto his desk. “I got the mail.”  
  
“Thanks,” Changbin murmured as he examined the envelopes, taking note of the bills that required his immediate attention. As he pulled another envelope from the pile, he paused and frowned. “Jisung, this isn’t meant for us.”  
  
“Huh?” Jisung pulled the envelope from his hand. “Oh, you’re right. I think they might have placed it in the wrong mailbox. Our postal code is 623, not 632. We should return this.”  
  
632? Changbin wracked his brains, visualising the layout of the shopping district as he tried to recall which shop had that postal code.  
  
Oh.  
  
“Isn't 632 Erasure's postal code?”  
  
Jisung stuffed the letter back into Changbin’s hands. “Great, I guess you can go over and return this to them then.”  
  
“Me? Why don’t you go instead?”  
  
“You know I don’t like meeting new people, hyung. Anyway, I have a piercing appointment with a client in 10 minutes. Besides…” Jisung settled into his chair, swivelling it around. “… maybe you’ll get a glimpse of that pretty boy who is totally your type.”  
  
He had already gotten a glimpse but Changbin wasn’t about to tell Jisung that and give the younger the satisfaction of knowing that he was right.  
  
Changbin gave Jisung a playful smack on the back before he left the shop with the envelope secured within his hands. 

* * *

Changbin pushed open the doors of Erasure and stepped into the shop, glancing curiously about the interior of the shop. He could have sworn he saw a flash of blonde disappearing around the corner as he stepped inside but that might just have been his hopeful imagination.  
  
A sweet smile was etched on the lips of the young male behind the counter. “Welcome to Erasure. How can I be of service today?”  
  
Changbin responded with a brief nod as he stepped up to the counter. “Hello, I think this might belong to you.” He placed the envelope on the counter, pushing it towards the male.  
  
“Oh, the post office must have made a mistake. Thank you so much for returning this to us.” The sweet smile widened and the pair of adorable dimples deepened. “I’m Yang Jeongin, one of the owners of the shop.”  
  
“I’m Changbin.” Changbin offered a small smile of his own as he tried to conceal his own awkwardness. Meeting new people really wasn’t his forte.  
  
“I think I’ve seen you around. You own Start Line, don’t you?”  
  
“That’s right.” Changbin’s gaze drifted to the envelope that lay on the counter. The name printed on the envelope didn’t say ‘Yang Jeongin’. “Do you own the shop all by yourself?” Despite knowing the answer, Changbin still had to ask.  
  
Jeongin shook his head. “I could never run a shop all by myself. It’s too much work. That’s why I have Hyunjin-hyung as my partner.”  
  
“Hyunjin…” Changbin wondered aloud.  
  
“You would have probably seen him around. Hyunjin-hyung’s blonde hair is quite hard to miss.”  
  
The three words ‘Hwang Hyunjin’ printed on the white envelope stared up at him. At least now Changbin had a name to match to that pretty face.  
  
“Well, I should get going now. See you around.” Changbin had already accomplished what he came here for and he really should be getting back in case a client decided to drop by. “If you ever want a tattoo or piercing, you know where to go.”  
  
“Sure thing, hyung. See you around!” Jeongin cheerily waved goodbye to him as Changbin left the shop.

* * *

The next few times Changbin saw Hwang Hyunjin were through the glass doors of Erasure.   
  
It had become a habit of his to peer into the shop every time he walked by it on the way to work, on the way to grab lunch, on his way back from lunch and even on his way home.  
  
Most of the time, it would be Jeongin who would be behind the counter, pouring over books or scrolling on his mobile phone. But once, Changbin spotted Hyunjin leaning against the counter, deep in conversation with Jeongin while idly twirling a strand of blonde hair around his finger. Another time, he caught sight of Hyunjin behind the counter, engrossed in the pages of a book.  
  
Hyunjin always seemed to sense the weight of Changbin’s gaze on him. Their eyes would meet and their gazes would lock, sending an electrifying feeling coursing through the latter.   
  
They had done nothing but look at each other and Changbin couldn’t get enough of it.

* * *

“Stop loitering in front of my shop.”  
  
Those were not the first words Changbin expected to hear from Hyunjin. The cold look in Hyunjin’s eyes made Changbin swallow hard as he took a step back from the other.  
  
“O… Oh, I’m sorry.”   
  
From all the glances they had exchanged, he had thought that he recognised the spark of interest within Hyunjin’s eyes. It would seem that he was wrong about it.  
  
“Stay away from Erasure and stay away from me.” Changbin didn’t manage to get another word in before Hyunjin disappeared into his shop.  
  
Changbin continued to stand in front of the shop for several moments, unable to wrap his head around the unexpected encounter. He just couldn’t understand what he could have done to evoke such a strong negative reaction from the other.

Changbin hadn’t even had a chance to do anything with Hyunjin besides exchanging a few glances.

* * *

What a small world it was, Changbin mused wryly as he eyed the familiar figure across the bar.  
  
Hyunjin had let his hair down, his blonde hair framing his pretty face. As Hyunjin let out a small giggle and tucked some of his hair behind his ears, Changbin caught sight of a shiny earring dangling from the other’s earlobe.  
  
Laughter still bubbling on his lips, Hyunjin looked up, his eyes finding Changbin’s almost instantly. Their gazes locked before Hyunjin turned away to the male in front of him. He whispered something in the other’s ear and the pair headed towards the entrance of the bar.  
  
Changbin’s gaze was smouldering as it lingered on the offending arm around Hyunjin’s waist.


	3. Chapter 3

“Chan-hyung, why don’t you bring Jisung home first?”

Bang Chan looked at him, confusion written all over his face. Changbin usually took care of sending Jisung home since the two of them lived in the same direction and Bang Chan lived in the opposite.

“I have something to take care of,” Changbin explained vaguely.

Bang Chan pursed his lips but thankfully, chose not to question any further. He hooked an arm around Jisung’s shoulders, pulling the younger towards the taxi stand. “Come, Jisung. Hyung will take you home.”

“What about Binnie-hyung?” Jisung whipped his head back to look at Changbin. Fondness welled up within Changbin’s chest at how the younger was still trying to look out for him even when mostly inebriated.

Bang Chang ruffled Jisung’s hair. “Changbin has things to do. Come on, let’s get you home.” He steadied the younger as Jisung tripped again.

Changbin waited until the pair had gotten onto a taxi, waving goodbye to them before he turned around and headed down the alleyway. He had caught sight of a stumbling Hyunjin being pulled down the alleyway earlier.

The only source of light illuminating the alleyway was the waning moonlight and a foul smell drifted up to Changbin as he made his way through it. He had half a mind to turn back from the filthy alleyway and go straight home but somehow, he found himself still continuing down it.

"Let me go." Even if he had only spoken to Hyunjin once, Changbin would never mistake his voice for another's. His steps quickened.

Hyunjin's partner from the bar had his wrist gripped tightly in his hands while Hyunjin twisted it frantically in an attempt to free himself. “Are you deaf, Seojun? I asked you to let me go.”

Seojun placed his other hand on Hyunjin’s waist, tugging him close. Hyunjin turned his head away to avoid the other’s lips. “You were coming onto me so strongly earlier in the bar. And now you won’t even let me touch you?”

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” Hyunjin shoved against Seojun’s chest but the other just yanked hard on his wrist and Hyunjin was pulled back into his embrace.

“You heard what he said.” Changbin’s voice was low and rumbling with a dangerous undertone as he approached the pair. “Let go of him.”

Hyunjin whipped his head towards Changbin, wide eyes filled with an indescribable emotion. He stilled before turning his face away.

“What do you think you are trying to do?” Seojun snickered. “Trying to play the role of the white knight coming to the princess’s rescue? Go play somewhere else, little boy.”

“Are you going to let go of him or not?”

“So what if I’m not going to let go of him? He came up to me and I won him fair and square.”

“Hyunjin doesn’t belong to you. He’s a human being and doesn’t belong to anyone but himself.”

“Please, don’t act all high and mighty. You just want him for yourself too.”

“Don’t lump me in with scum like you.”

“What did you just call me?” Seojun released his grip on Hyunjin, shoving the other roughly away from him and into the wall. Hyunjin collided against the wall with a pained groan, sliding onto the ground.

“Hyunjin!”

Seojun tossed the first punch, aimed right at Changbin’s face.

* * *

They sat on a flight of stairs a few streets down from the bar. Hyunjin’s eyes were glassy as he wiped at a shallow cut on the side of Changbin’s face.

“You shouldn’t have come to help me.” Hyunjin tilted Changbin’s face, biting down on his lip at the sight of the bruises and cuts that littered the other’s face. The injuries weren’t limited to just his face; Changbin’s arms were covered in injuries too.

Changbin shook his head, wincing as Hyunjin pressed a little too hard against one of his bruises. “I couldn’t have just let him do whatever he wanted with you.”

“Why?” Hyunjin was staring at him with wide eyes, awaiting his response.

Changbin looked away, unable to look straight into those guileless eyes. “I just… couldn’t.”

“You’re a fool then, Seo Changbin. Willing to be beaten up just to rescue someone who already flat-out rejected you.”

“As long as you are okay.” It was Changbin’s turn to inspect the other for injuries. “Did you get hurt when he pushed you into the wall?”

“No, I’m alright. I just had the wind knocked out of me, that’s all.”

“That’s good then.”

Changbin froze as Hyunjin leaned in even further to tend to his injuries. He couldn’t stop staring even if he wished to. Every mole on the other’s face, every subtle bite of the other’s bottom lip, the little frown between the other’s brows. Changbin wished that time would stop. Getting hurt was worth it if it meant that he could get to have Hyunjin this close to him, caring for him with the gentlest touches.

A strand of hair had fallen over Hyunjin’s face and without thinking, Changbin reached out to tuck it behind Hyunjin’s ear. It was Hyunjin’s turn to freeze up, flushing before backing away from Changbin.

“I’ll bring you to the clinic.”

“There’s really no need for that. These scrapes and bruises will heal up in no time at all.”

“Then at least let me send you home.”

“You can walk me to the taxi stand,” Changbin compromised. Hyunjin reluctantly nodded.

The two walked down the street in silence, crossing the road and making their way to the taxi stand in front of the bar.

On the way, Changbin caught sight of his reflection in a car’s rearview mirror and grimaced. It was going to be tough explaining his injuries to Jisung tomorrow at work. At the very least, his clients wouldn’t be put off by it.

There was already a taxi waiting at the taxi stand. Hyunjin opened the door for him and Changbin got into the vehicle.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay getting home by yourself?”

“I’ll just take the next taxi home. You don’t have to worry about me. And… thank you for coming to help me.” Hyunjin’s sweet smile made Changbin forget momentarily about the pain from his injuries. “Bye, Changbin.”

“Bye, Hyunjin. Be careful.”

Hyunjin closed the door of the taxi and started walking away. Changbin rolled down the window.

“Hwang Hyunjin!”

“Hm?” Hyunjin stopped, turning back to look at him.

“I know you don’t exactly have great taste in men since you rejected me straight out but please be careful with who you chose to hook up with next time.”

As the vehicle pulled away from the taxi stand, the sound of Hyunjin’s bright laughter followed him into the night. The sound pierced through his heart and as much as Changbin loved the sound of the other’s delightful laughter, he couldn't help but be reminded of how he was falling for someone who didn’t return his feelings.


	4. Chapter 4

Changbin ran his hand through his hair, tidying up the wind-mussed strands. The moment his hand left his hair, the wind swept through it, messing it up once again. The plastic bags in his hand rustled and crinkled.

He picked up his pace, hoping to get back to Start Line as soon as possible to get out of the strong wind.

“Changbin-hyung!”

Changbin turned around at the sound of his name, his hair whipping into his eyes and obscuring his vision for a moment. After pushing his hair out of his eyes and restoring his vision, he saw that it was Jeongin who had called out his name.

Jeongin wasn’t alone.

Hyunjin was walking behind the other, carrying a huge cardboard box in his arms. Jeongin himself carried a similar-looking cardboard box.

“Hello,” Changbin greeted politely, his footsteps slowing to allow them to catch up to him.

“What happened to your face, hyung? The bruises and cuts look pretty bad.”

Changbin touched his face self-consciously, running his fingers over the large throbbing bruise on his left cheek. “It just looks bad. It doesn’t really hurt.”

“Did you get into a fight?”

“Something like that… Anyway, those look like some heavy boxes,” Changbin said, gesturing at the box in Jeongin’s hands with a tilt of his head.

“They’re new spellbooks. All Hyunjin-hyung’s of course, since I don’t have a single drop of magic in my veins,” Jeongin replied cheerfully. “What about you, hyung?”

Hyunjin walked behind them silently.

Changbin lifted the bags in his hand. “I lost in rock-paper-scissors to Jisung and had to go out on a grocery run.”

A high-pitched giggle followed his words. Jeongin turned back to look at Hyunjin. “Oh, that’s right. This is Hyunjin-hyung. He’s my partner, the one I mentioned to you the other time.”

“We’ve met briefly before.” Hyunjin nodded at Changbin’s words.

“Oh? You didn’t tell me that, Hyunjin-hyung.” Jeongin glanced between the two of them.

The look on Hyunjin’s face hardened and he shrugged. “I don’t always have to tell you about every single insignificant thing, Innie.” Hyunjin quickened his pace, pushing past them towards the door of Erasure.

Insignificant thing.

He was the insignificant thing.

He was an insignificant thing to Hyunjin.

Insignificant.

Changbin had thought that Hyunjin’s previous rejection of him was painful. But even that, was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling now.

“I’m so sorry, hyung. I don’t know what got into Hyunjin-hyung. I swear he is usually really polite. I’m so sorry for his behaviour,” Jeongin rambled, bowing to him apologetically before running to catch up to Hyunjin.

* * *

“What’s with you today, Changbin?”

Changbin’s only response was a small shake of his head and a heavy sigh, tossing back yet another shot of soju. He reached out to refill his glass but no matter how much he shook the bottle, only a few drops of soju trickled out from it. Setting the empty bottle down, he grabbed at Jisung’s half-filled bottle of soju, pouring the liquid into his own glass.

Jisung snatched the bottle out of Changbin’s hands before placing it on the other side of the table, out of Changbin’s reach. “You’re drinking way too much, hyung. You’ve already drunk two bottles. It’s time to stop.”

Changbin tipped the glass back, quickly downing its contents. “What do you mean? I just started.”

“Jisung is right. You should stop, Changbin.” Bang Chan took a sip from his glass of water. “You don’t usually drink this much. Did something happen?”

“If anything is wrong, you can share it with us instead of bottling up your emotions. It’s not healthy,” Jisung added.

Changbin kept his eyes on the wooden table, his gaze tracing over the scratches embedded deep within it. “I got rejected.”

“Oh, Changbin.” Bang Chan placed a hand on his shoulder. Changbin fought to blink the warmth in his eyes away. “Whoever rejected you must be absolutely blind to not see what a great person you are.”

“Chan-hyung is right. That person must be the most foolish person in the entire world.”

Wiping at his eyes, Changbin forced a laugh. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be moping over someone who can’t even appreciate me. I’m sure I’ll get over it soon and find someone new.”

“But…” Jisung traced a finger over the rim of his shot glass. “…who is it? I’ve never even heard you talk about this person before.”

Changbin shook his head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Bang Chan sent Jisung a warning look, rubbing at Changbin’s shoulders soothingly. “Regardless of who it was, the important thing now is to forget all about him.”

* * *

The taxi stopped by the road and Changbin got off. It wasn’t his original destination but returning back home to his empty apartment wasn’t exactly an appealing option.

Unsteady steps carried him down the shopping district towards Start Line, the cold wind biting at his exposed skin. Changbin pulled his jacket around him, rubbing his hands over his arms. His breath formed little clouds that dissipated mid-air, melting away into the dreary night.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Changbin stopped dead in his tracks. His numb, trembling fingers clutched at the inner fabric of his pockets desperately, willing his keys to materialise in some hidden corner of it. The door of Start Line was within his vision and with it, the promise of a working radiator and the comfort of his sketchbook.

Changbin patted down his pants pockets but only managed to pull out a crumpled receipt. Letting out a curse, he crushed the piece of paper into a ball, hurling it through the empty street.

“It’s inconsiderate to litter, you know?” Changbin whipped his head around at the voice, his vision blurring as he tripped over his feet and crashed onto the ground.

He didn’t need to wait for his vision to clear up to know who it was. The familiar voice was embedded deep within his memories, a single word replaying in his head like a broken recorder.

Insignificant.

Changbin had to tilt his head up to look at the other, his breath escaping from him in a harsh exhale as he met Hyunjin’s gaze. Despite everything, Changbin allowed himself to be trapped in those dark mesmerising eyes. The merciless cold wind battering against his face finally forced him to look away and he choose to stare at Hyunjin’s converse shoes instead.

“Are you going to stay on the ground like that?”

“Maybe I enjoy sitting on the ground,” Changbin snapped.

Hyunjin let out a small sigh.

When Changbin lifted his head to look at the other again, a hand was extended towards him. He blinked rapidly, taking in the colourful beaded bracelet hanging loosely around Hyunjin’s wrist before turning his head away. Pushing himself off the ground, he got to his feet.

Hyunjin retracted his hand, slipping it into the pocket of his black padded jacket.

Changbin took a step back, then another. “I was just going into Erasure. Do you want to come?” He shook his head.

“I saw you rummaging in your pockets for your keys. Since you can’t get into your shop, you can come over to Erasure for a bit. It’s too cold to wait out here and it’s too late for you to get a taxi in this part of town.” Changbin shook his head again despite the numbing feeling creeping into his flesh.

“Don’t be stubborn, Seo Changbin.” Hyunjin’s voice had grown in volume but no matter how loudly the other called for him, Changbin kept moving until he was in front of Start Line, planting himself on his shop’s doorstep.

He kept his vision trained on the ground even when a pair of converse shoes came into his view. “Do you really want to freeze to death, Seo Changbin?”

When Changbin didn’t respond, Hyunjin eventually stepped away, the pair of converse shoes slipping out of his vision.

* * *

“Hyung! Wake up, hyung! Why are you sleeping on the doorstep?! And in such weather too!”

The loud exclamation pulled Changbin from his sleep. The bright sunlight pierced into his eyes and Changbin had to squint while waiting for his eyes to adjust. When his vision cleared, Jisung’s figure came into his sight.

Jisung was fumbling in his haste to open the doors of Start Line. “What were you thinking, Changbin-hyung?” Pushing open the doors, he hooked his elbow around Changbin’s arm, pulling the other from the ground.

A black padded jacket slipped off Changbin’s torso, sending fallen leaves and dust flying into the air. Changbin froze even as Jisung tugged at him.

“Ah, Changbin-hyung! What are you doing? Let’s quickly go into the shop and I’ll turn on the radiator.”

Changbin bent, picking the padded jacket off the ground and brushing away the dirt on it before letting Jisung pull him into the shop.

**Author's Note:**

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